Jing Wuxue’s remark caused an uproar among the crowd.
It turned out that even a ruthless man like Jing Wuxue had times when he would compromise.
He ultimately did not dare to make a big scene.
Internal conflicts among disciples were tolerable to a point, but the involvement of hundreds of people would definitely alarm the Sect Leader.
By then, even if Lin Canglang was his master, he could not possibly show partiality towards him.
Over the years, the newly initiated disciples had been overly passive, only realizing when they truly rose up against oppression, that all these forces of power were merely paper tigers.
Finally, Ling Feng stopped ten steps away from Jing Wuxue.
With Jing Wuxue’s compromise, those stewards and elders still watching from a distance thought Ling Feng might choose to downplay the issue, especially since fighting the Iron Blood Alliance outright could lead to a fight the Iron Blood Alliance was at least seventy percent likely to win.
Though Ling Feng had many followers, most were just freshly recruited Inner Sect Disciples, only at the Qi Condensation Realm, and could not compare to the stronger late-stage Pulse Condensing realm experts.
Moreover, the elites behind Jing Wuxue were all late-stage experts above the sixth level of the Pulse Condensing Realm, a completely different tier from those Iron Blood Alliance members they previously fought.
Under the gaze of everyone, they saw Ling Feng’s lips curve into a disdainful smile.
"If the Iron Blood Alliance won’t disband, then you, go die!"
Ling Feng slowly drew out his Red Fire Golden Wind Sword, a faint red light emerging, bringing a fierce and oppressive heat that slowly swept out.
The Earth Fire True Qi, attached to the Red Fire Golden Wind Sword, a treasure long sword, brought a wave of intense heat, making the nearby disciples immediately feel as though they were in a molten hell, and sweat began to pour down.
The Earth Fire True Qi, fueled by the Earth Fire Crystal Stone’s spiritual injection, naturally contained the fiery conception. Before the sword was even drawn, the scorching presence had already spread rapidly from Ling Feng as the center.
The hot and moist air met, turning the air almost fluid-like, blurring his figure, resembling a silent red flame leaping about him, invoking a terrifying feeling of invincibility.
Among the crowd, Lin Xian’er was once again deeply shocked and utterly amazed.
She originally thought that Ling Feng had only obtained some ordinary Heaven and Earth Spiritual Items for spiritual injection, but the conception emitting from the True Qi indicated it was a fire attribute Heaven and Earth Spiritual Item of the upper grade!
"You!" Jing Wuxue’s expression slightly changed, being a Peak of Pulse Condensation Realm expert, yet in front of Ling Feng, he felt his True Qi completely suppressed.
Whether it was the refinement level or the characteristics of the True Qi, he was thoroughly crushed by Ling Feng.
No wonder, the cultivation technique he practiced was the "Asking Immortal Qi Refining Technique," passed down by the Wenxian Sect, barely considered as a Yellow Level Technique, and incomparable to the "Xuanyuan True Technique" that Ling Feng had switched to.
Thus, although Jing Wuxue was considered a top genius within the Wenxian Sect, he unfortunately didn’t even qualify to enter the Heavenly Position Academy.
His status as a Peak of the Pulse Condensation Realm was considered strong only in a third-rate sect like Wenxian Sect, absolutely nothing compared to those real geniuses.
A cold light flashed in Ling Feng’s eyes as he slashed with his sword.
An explosion of air resounded.
Ling Feng’s sword unleashed, its blade as if engulfed in roaring flames, in an instant like a fiery whip viciously lashing out, aiming directly for Jing Wuxue’s neck.
At this moment, everyone finally understood that Ling Feng’s strength far exceeded their imaginations.
He simply never considered the title of the number one expert of the Inner Sect.
An overlord’s domineering!
Jing Wuxue, after all, was the fastest swordsman of the Wenxian Sect, immediately drew his long sword, deflecting Ling Feng’s blade, his expression becoming intensely solemn.
Ling Feng’s sword edge turned, attacking relentlessly with the Dusk Sword Technique, not giving Jing Wuxue a moment’s respite.
"Kid, don’t be too conceited!"
Jing Wuxue roared, forcefully cultivating his strength, and thrust his sword!
The swords clashed directly, without any frills.
The next instant, a terrifying vigorous wind erupted from the center of their collision, carrying a scorching breath, wildly sweeping about.
Those elite members of the Iron Blood Alliance standing close by, unexpectedly like straws in a tempest, almost got directly blown away.
Everyone’s focus immediately shifted to the clashing swords.
Jing Wuxue staggered back three steps, each step deeply imprinting the green stone floor tiles, showing the terrifying force of impact.
Meanwhile, Ling Feng, with a slight sway of his body on the spot, had dispelled all the force, his expression unchanged and face calm as a light breeze.
With that single sword strike, the superior and inferior were immediately clear!
Everyone was stunned. Jing Wuxue, at the Peak of Pulse Condensation Realm, was actually no match for Ling Feng, who was at the Peak of Qi Condensation Realm?
There was a whole great realm gap between them!
Seeing this, the elites of the Iron Blood Alliance almost popped their eyeballs out.
As for the ordinary disciples behind Ling Feng, each one of them was thrilled.
Today, Ling Feng would definitely eradicate the "cancer" of the Iron Blood Alliance!
"Damn it, damn it! Pfft!"
A wave of red swept over Jing Wuxue’s face as he stared fiercely at Ling Feng, and due to his inner rage, he even tilted his head back and spat out a mist of blood, his body shaking violently.
Since he became an Inner Sect Disciple of the Wenxian Sect, he had never tasted such a humiliating defeat.
"Ling Feng, I will have your life!"
Jing Wuxue could no longer care about the Sect Leader’s instructions, gripped the thin, cicada-wing-like Willow Leaf Sword in his hand, and with a fierce roar, charged like a fierce tiger descending the mountain.
"Is this what they call ’One Sword No Blood’?"
Ling Feng sneered coldly, "Perhaps you only remember how to bully fellow disciples and earn elixirs, having forgotten what swordsmanship is!"
Indeed, Jing Wuxue’s sword was still fast but had become very crude.
Such swordsmanship, in Ling Feng’s eyes, was worse than rubbish.
The sound of the sword humming surged as Ling Feng deployed the Carefree Sword Step, engaging Jing Wuxue in combat once again, "Listen, your sword is wailing! You no longer deserve to be called a swordsman!"
"Shut your damn mouth!"
Jing Wuxue bellowed, grasping the sword hilt with both hands, furiously channeling the thick True Qi in his body, "Chop! Chop! Chop!..."
Ling Feng’s expression remained unchanged, his sword tip moving as fluidly as clouds and water, effortlessly resolving Jing Wuxue’s heavily forced moves.
Among a series of crisp clashing sounds, one could see Ling Feng and Jing Wuxue, one like an angry beast, the other strolling leisurely in a garden, utterly calm.
After a moment, blood splattered!
Jing Wuxue’s palms, recoiled by his own power, cracked open, and he kept retreating, even unable to hold onto his sword.
"Impossible! This is impossible, I am the number one Inner Sect master!"
Jing Wuxue, like a wounded beast, exerted all his strength, roaring ceaselessly, but ultimately kept retreating under Ling Feng’s sword.
With a slash of his sword, Ling Feng unleashed circles of bloody sword light, producing a series of astonishing Sword Qi, instantly releasing twelve robust sword lights, advancing side by side in the air, converging in a burst toward Jing Wuxue, like a blood-colored lotus blooming.
This move was the Blood Lotus Sword Song, a Xuan Rank Sword Technique, obtained from Long Xiaao, a commander of the Black Armored Cavalry Army.
On his way back to the Wenxian Sect, Ling Feng had already "copied" this technique using the power of the Heavenly Dao Eye, marking the first time he used this sword technique, enough to utterly crush Jing Wuxue!
Amid a loud noise, Jing Wuxue’s Willow Leaf Sword flew from his hand, his body flung backward, crashing heavily onto the ground.
Dust flew up, and blood splattered everywhere!
Jing Wuxue, dragging a trail of blood across the ground for several meters, had his face completely deformed, spouting fresh blood from his mouth, with numerous deep blood holes across his body, blood gushing out like a fountain, turning him into a horrific bloodied figure.